“You made the first move, Sweet Peach,” Shepard retorts irritably. “Now you want to play coy.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I snap defensively, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I didn’t make the first move.”
“We’ve heard you cry out for us on multiple occasions,” he explains. “You were driving us crazy. How long did you expect us to ignore those sweet little cries? To deny you what you so desperately crave?”
“What I do in the privacy of my own home is no one’s business,” I reply breathlessly.
“You begged us to fuck you… begged us to come inside your pretty little pussy,” Emmett rasps, his steel-blue gaze daring me to deny it. “You made it our business.”
“It was just a fantasy,” I whisper, his vulgar words having a visceral effect on me. “It was never meant to become reality.”
“But it did,” Emmett rumbles, slipping a hand under my dress. “And you liked that reality and you want more of it,” he states matter-of-factly, languidly strumming my sensitive bud. “Stop fighting it.”
I moan softly, wanting so badly to give in to them.
“Let us take you home right now and fuck you to sleep,” Beau murmurs, trailing kisses along the curve of my neck. “Then we’ll cook you breakfast in the morning.”
I gather every ounce of my willpower and push away from them.
“No!” I yell, shoving to my knees. “Move out of my way or I swear to God I’ll climb over this goddamn table.”
Beau glowers at me, but begrudgingly does what I ask. Thank goodness he fell for my bluff. Hopping on the table would’ve exposed my private bits to the entire restaurant. I jet out of the booth and make a quick beeline towards the exit.
“You can’t run forever,” Shepard calls after me. “We live next door.”
I can’t sleep and it has nothing to do with the uncomfortable mattress in Pete and Jamieson’s guest bedroom. I’m supposed to be at home in my own bed but their babysitter canceled on them at the last minute. I didn’t mind stepping in, though. I love children, hence my profession, and their little minions are a riot. There wasn’t a dull moment all evening.
Pete and Jamieson are due to arrive back from their weekend getaway this afternoon. I’m on babysitting duties until then, which means I need to get some sleep. I have to be up in a few hours to feed the little minions, but my brain refuses to shut off.Those damn Wilder men. I lay the blame solely at their feet. It’s been twenty-four hours of radio silence. I should be happy, not conflicted. What if they decided to cut their losses and move on? The mere thought fills me with dread.It’s for the best.A future with them isn’t possible.
My cell phone dings three times back-to-back.
“Who could that be texting me this late?” I grumble irritably, grabbing my phone from beside me on the bed and unlocking it.
I frown, seeing a group text with three unfamiliar numbers.
+1 (907) 302-6861: Where the fuck are you?
+1 (907) 553-6128: Get your ass home now!
+1 (907) 580-8116: Don’t make us come find you!
Me: Introductions would be nice.
Of course, I know exactly who the angry asshats are at this point, but I need to put a name to a cell phone number. They reply instantly and I quickly save each number in my contacts. I’m not at all surprised they managed to get my cell number with anyone’s personal information readily available for purchase on the internet. Privacy is an unattainable luxury nowadays.
Beau: Well
I text back, feigning ignorance.
Me: Well what?
Beau: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?
“Whoa, somebody’s upset.” I chuckle. “Poor baby.”
Me: Out
“Score one for me you smug bastards,” I quip, feeling extra saucy since I’m out of their reach.
